Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LANigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?Yo, I don't give a fuck where you lay atNigga, it's time to slay these bitch-made niggas!

They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we isWhere my thugs at? Bone thugs-n-harmonyI know you niggas been waiting for this for a long timeWell, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you gonna do with it?

Well, it must be close to the Armageddon, LordKnow that I won't fly by that lessonYou taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought meAnd I'm not stressing it softlyGet 'em up off me, cause all weWanted was harmony, been bombing emYell up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my levelThey can't stop me and pop meNigga, they got me? Fuck noLittle Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'allI'll talk about 'em, and you don't really want it'Cause they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jumpI'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all downSo quick to test, bullet, yes, declare warRoll, I'll flow when I get the gun for the murderMo' horror! Why? They did it all, pause for the causeAnd I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mineFuck them niggas, it's onAll y'all fall! Bizzy getting bitches to test meBless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress meLord, looking at death with the last of my breathFollow, follow, my kids!No, don't sin in my steps!Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secretsDeep in the reach, I'm alone. Nigga believeThat I can see it, if needed, and if you really with meAnd well then let it be, get the greens and we running up over Cleveland

Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga?Put your muthafucking hands on your strap, niggaThug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it outOr do this like punks and punk it outPull your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!Thug life, baby. Thug Luv

I'll probably be punished for hard living, blind to the facts:Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strapPraying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when they see meI flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.VLife: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!We all gon' die, we bleed through similar veinsPlease explain to me, now. Don't panic when my guns burstHeard the last jam, nigga? This one's worse!My nigga Bone held the chrome 'til I came homeThug Luv players tell these bitch niggas "bring it on"I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last eveningTo help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathin'Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and breatheIt's a cold-ass world; niggas kill you in your sleepWatch me until they stop me, bury, murder me or drop meI got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse. Feel me!

Little thug from the Land, nigga, never ranMuthafuckas out to get me. They don't understandIt's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggasDown to put it some work and do some dirtFuckin' around with the band Bone Thugs-n-HarmonyFollow down the road, we stroll to meet karmaEverything I do, it seem to cause dramaReady for the war like a knight in my armor, bomb ya!So quick to test us, nigga wanna crash me, eat dustFor the love of the lust, niggas busting on usHit 'em up with the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!It's the Art of War, putting niggas on the floorWhen I'm coming through the door, bringing nothing but terrorCausing much pain to the nigga that dared usTried to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired upWith a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay highThug luv 'til I die, keep my prayer to the skyBut I'm still in the hood, smoke and frySo I beg the Lord save us all: escapers of miseryBless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

Here to get it, told my niggas they need get the hellDown with the dirt, and we don't fuck aroundBuck a couple a rounds, and if your passing throughThen hit the ground and don't get caught up in the crossfire, niggaArtillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fucking with thisI'm straight devil, not a punk and pretendI reload, buck a little mo'Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even know"So, who ya looking for?" They don't know!A mothafucka with a leatherfaceHey, man, she said I ran this way, said I ran that a wayYa hoes'll never know because I got awayA criminal mind to keep a nigga on the levelSometimes I get high and analyze your crimeCorrectly organized and with results, you'll be surprised

Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can ridePlaya hating niggas, you got to die, it's only rightIt's over with Bone, better leave it aloneMo Thugs come crack their fuckin' domesStill in the hood, where the thugs playFuckin' with nothing but thugs, maneAin't taking no shorts or no lossesWe cracking them domes around my wayGive it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a shovelYou can dig a hole; bitches is dead!Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go fledBut still gonna bleed bloody redFuck with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight'Cause we out riding, looking for youBetter run for cover, nigga, duck!We about to bust. Straight got the infrared, put it on his foreheadMakes a move, send flowers straight to his homePut a card in the muthafucka, send it to his mamaTell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong, now he long gone, long gone

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